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Isokla
"He was a fool.” Isokla muttered back, but set to work on tidying up the camp as he commanded. Her pack was already gathered together, save for the cooking pots and after a quick wash in the river, they were clean too and soon packed away. Taking a moment beside the river, she sighed and turned back to Ydalon. "Tell me; you did not mourn as he fell? You are relieved that natural selection is weaning the group down until only the strongest survive, aren't you?" Her tone was cold but her eyes were appraising. "You fulfilled your promise - so - where to now, fearless leader?"
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